I am weary, Nation. Weary, weary, weary. Partially it's the ongoing--and worsening--disintegration of the American body politic. Partially it's just dealing with what has so far been an overwhelming semester. And partially it's a chronic, low-grade case of writer's block.
I hate to claim writer's block, too. As a writing teacher, I always tell my students that, if they have nothing to write about, then they aren't paying attention. But here I am, paying attention, and I, too, can find no inspiration. What to write about? The government shutdown? Ditto the end of "Breaking Bad." And there are only so many posts I can write about the cats.
With any luck, tomorrow will bring some new atrocity to rant about. Fingers crossed!